Pure Desperation

February 3, 2011

I am angry
To know me
Is to see
Pure desperation
Wrinkles about
My eyes
I'm aged
My lips sunk away
Can I persist
And continue?
The light
Does not wake me
Like it used to
I lay in filth
I am detrimental
To my family
A cost
But I bring nothing
I am nothing
I shrivel and bloat
To nothing
Look to
Pure desperation



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